On this Independence Day
in Delhi, flags whisper.
The march continues;
dawn keeps the song,
hands linked
across time and hope.
I am Despair.
I am the voice you hear demanding you step off that chair.
I am Hope.
I am the voice you hear when you loosen the noose of the rope.
Inspired by a lovely lady who's spending one day at a time.
One day at a time is what we have
(All you can do is love and hope)
By Michelle Morris
21/04/2026
She wanted to live
Even though she didn't fear dying
She was worried that without her
The stars in the sky would stop shining
For her family and friends
For her husband, her sweet
Life would be less lovely
Happy memories incomplete
For some people, we're irreplaceable
We're the compass for their world
Without us, they stop spinning
Life is upside down, in a whirl
And the ferryman, he'll come
Even if we pay for him to stall
We're unable to save our loved ones
They have to survive their own falls
One day at a time is what we have
One day at a time is all we can do
Someday may never come for us
Someday may be a wish come true
For when it's your time counting down
When the sands are almost run out
All you can do is love and hope
For your loved ones to never doubt
© Michelle Morris, 2026
A Pope
Brings forth hope
But a kaiser
Spews hate and horror
A Pope
Spreads peace
In the north, south, west and east
But a prideful mope like a squalid dope
Spits horrors and terrors
And starts fights and wars
A peaceful person de-escalates
But a belligerent bully booms, inflates
And explodes like a lost missile
Which acts like a cussed imbecile
A real leader
Never follows an oppressor
Yet a follower is a master loser
Who lies about everything
Even when the sun is shining
A Pope
Offers love and hope
But a loser displays no compassion
No sympathy and no comprehension.
Copyright © April 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Sometimes the path is painful,
But it lead to something beautiful.
If I didn't suffer, I wouldn't meet my wife.
If I didn't cry, I wouldn't appreciate my strife.
If you're unhappy just look at the stars intently.
They are like little eyes disappearing your troubles away.
Trust the process and believe; trust God.
Your miracle might be closer, think you had.
May we be blessed when our hope is fading…
and we think evil is drowning out all the good…
to stop what we are doing
and take a walk out the woods…
It will for a moment…
our fears and stresses ease
because it’s hard not to be hopeful
when you walk among the trees.
Not every blossom greets the sun,
Nor every triumph shouts it's won.
Some flowers bloom in silent grace,
Unseen by crowds, yet touched by faith.
They grow in corners most forget,
Where pain and prayer and love have met.
And though no stage may hold their name,
They burn with soft, eternal flame.
So let them bloom, those quiet souls,
Unpraised by fame, yet deeply whole.
For heaven sees what earth looks past—
The unseen bloom, the ones that last.
A heart grown weary in silent rain,
No roof to shelter, no meal to gain.
No gentle voice, no hand to hold—
Just aching silence, damp and cold.
I left behind what broke my soul,
A job that crushed what once was whole.
Now I drift with nowhere near,
And all I know is ache and fear.
I do not seek to shame my name,
Nor beg with pride consumed by flame.
I only ask—if one heart sees—
A little help to bring me peace.
Not for always, just for now,
Until I rise again somehow.
A small kind gift to help me leave
This room of silence where I grieve.
I ask with trembling, not with blame,
And pray no one will cast me shame.
Just light enough to cross this night—
And walk once more toward morning's light.
If you can’t give, a prayer will do—
That mercy finds its way back through.
May God still move through hearts unknown,
And guide the lost ones safely home.
You did not break me.
You made me a devout athiest.
I lost faith, not hope.
Keep in mind
every flower that bloomed
has gone a whole lot
of dirt before you see its beauty.
Keep in mind
that no matter how long
the night lasts
the dawn will surely come.
The rain falls down
on the barren hills and plains.
Water seeks lanes and yards,
Since the rills,and drains,
And local ponds vanished.
On the roads,
Passing cars splash water,
Dirty on paddlers' clothes,
As they leap high
To avoid the mess.
They jump again and again
Through the potholes,
Dodging the distress.
If rain lingers long
Water will flow,,
Covering the roads and
Flooding the localities.
Let's bear this all,
For without rain
Water scarcity will occur next season
And rice production will fall.
Cherish each drop,
For in every storm and puddle
Lies the hope of survival.
Its 9'30 monday morning U K time the skies around London are the
Grey of grime.' Its like in the evening', a somber scene i
Think its taken from 'middle earths book' the fellowship of
The ring.? As by mechanical means the sky is sown.' To
Drown us in gloom, these clouds are grown.' To deny real
Life..To cause the farmers strife.' I consider only sad beings, could envisage and plan such an innings' closing
Churches and pubs.' Which don.'t need the pre-fix of hubs.'
Yet there is great capicity in humanity..' innate intelligence
That will counter insanity.' Dr evil and the devil bankers real Sickos.' Can only be the answer.' May the evil curse of
Pathogens enter into them and cover them, may no rest be given
Ever.' to these cretins of wicked endeavours.' May they be
Soundly mocked and forsaken. May their very presence of mind
Be taken.' May every sickness be their portion.' May they
Be a lesson of morality and cause repair.' So to the Bible
Many will hearken to avoid their own souls being darkened.'
Live in peace
Never distract
To things within
Life is simple
To simple people
Have high hopes
Hope leads you
To go head start
Expect the sun
Shines tomorrow
But work for today
Things reap next day
To enlighten every heart
Life's cold in winter
But smile warming hope
Spring will come
And the flowers
Will bloom themselves.
let us wait with utmost faith
joyful times will come
the best is yet to come
Rose petals, how lovely
Though layered, still pretty
The beauty adorable
Only a moment capable.
Each rose has its color
Each eyes flare adore
Make it bundled together
A lover eyes meant forever.
Her beauty last lovely short
Images ingrained in his heart
Though life is but a rose
Good things last, I suppose.
Rose may die in her stead
Wonder pure rose sprout instead
Hope and love wait not in vain
Trust tomorrow's sunrise get us win.
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